Two crickets were flapping their wings and chirping, seeming to be cheering for the upcoming fierce battle. One of them, a red-breasted cricket, screamed particularly loudly. It was huge in stature and the flesh on its thighs was extremely strong. Facing the same body,

The huge opponent showed no sign of weakness.

The war was about to break out. After testing each other for a few rounds, the two crickets began to fight with real swords and guns. They kept beating, looking for a favorable position, and waving their tentacles constantly, doing everything possible to give themselves the upper hand.

.suddenly,

The black dragonfly jumped up and pounced on its opponent, with such ferocious momentum that it frightened the opponent opposite and took several steps back. The black dragonfly took advantage of the victory and pursued it, continuously lunging forward and biting the opponent. The opponent retreated steadily, and its overwhelming momentum disappeared in an instant.

All that's left is embarrassment.

Like a victorious general, the ink fly turned its head and chirped around, as if asking for credit from its master.

Perhaps the chirping sound of this ink fly was too loud, which attracted the attention of a 'monster' nearby. Suddenly, a rooster flew out from a woman's arms and jumped on the bamboo fighting plate.

Outside, the neck was contracting rhythmically to peer into the world inside. The blackfly seemed to sense the crisis in the outside world, and it was still chirping just now and now it no longer dared to make a sound.

The woman looked at this scene and found it particularly interesting. She stretched out her jade hand and lifted up the fighting plate. In an instant, the ink cricket jumped up and jumped out of the small bamboo box, while the other one, perhaps because it had lost all its energy, even ran for its life.

Her strength was gone, and she was pecked and devoured by the rooster and turned into a meal.

The rooster seemed to be unsatisfied, and flew in the direction of the ink fly. The ink fly jumped as hard as possible and kept running towards the window. The rooster seemed to enjoy the fun of playing with the prey between its palms, but kept stopping.

He turned his head and stared at the ink fly.

Then, the rooster quickly stretched out its neck, and the fat insect fell into its beak. When the rooster raised its head, it swallowed the fat meat.

The woman watched the duel and massacre with great interest, while another woman stood quietly beside her, also witnessing everything just now.

"The ink fly is only found in the land of Wu and Chu. Its lifespan is only a hundred days. Such a bird is really rare. If you put it on the market, it will be valuable and priceless. The master of the pavilion just let it be pecked. Isn't it a waste of natural resources?"

"It's just an insect. Why should Mr. Wen He care so much?" The master of the pavilion stood up gently. She looked at the rooster and said with a smile, "It's a pity that no matter how victorious and majestic it is, it's just the cock on its beak."

delicious."

Sensing the hidden meaning in the pavilion master's words, Master Wenhe closed his mouth knowingly.

"Master Wenhe, do you think the gap between me and your husband is like that between a cricket and a rooster?"

"The Pavilion Master is teasing you, how can you be a bug?"

Suddenly, the pavilion master turned around and looked at Mr. Wen He with great solemnity, a bold and unruly light blooming in the depths of his beautiful eyes.

"You said... if I and the old flower farmer join forces to fight against Mr.... how sure are you?"

Perhaps he was startled by this sudden bold idea. Young Master Wen He stared at the Pavilion Master in horror for a long time without uttering a word. Under the silence, Young Master Wen He's chest heaved more and more sharply, and his smooth throat

She swallowed with great difficulty, and only at this moment could she slightly see her feminine figure.

"Giggle--"

Seemingly finding Mr. Wen He's shocked expression very interesting, or perhaps feeling that his bold ideas had shocked Mr. Wen He, who was always unrestrained, the Pavilion Master suddenly laughed playfully, with a sense of victory.

"Why are you so panicked, Mr. Wenhe? This is just a whim."

The master of the pavilion walked slowly to the side of the rooster. She gently bent down and picked up the rooster again. With this bend, she had a panoramic view of the beautiful jade-like mountains.

Young Master Wenhe calmed down. She looked at the woman in front of her, then at the rooster in her arms, and then fell into deep thought.

The master of the pavilion stroked the rooster with his jade hands, from the comb to the body and then to the neck.

‘Gada——’

There was a crisp sound of bones twisting, and the rooster didn't even have time to react. The chicken's neck was cruelly broken off by the tender jade fingers. Before the blood droplets could stain the clean body of the pavilion master, the whole dead chicken was thrown away.

On the ground, the rooster that had been skinned alive just now was twitching continuously, not for survival, but just for instinct.

Looking at the dying rooster, the master of the pavilion said coldly: "After all, it's just a curious idea. How insignificant am I waiting in front of sir?"

Mr. Wen He still bowed his head and remained silent.

"Even though the sun is approaching the west mountain, the fireflies still can't compete with the light of the setting sun..."

Young Master Wenhe simply closed her eyes, but even so, her brows were still furrowed.

Seeing Mr. Wen He's reaction, the Pavilion Master laughed to himself, and then murmured to himself in an inaudible voice -

"After all, it is a mountain that no mortal can climb..."

Worship, unwillingness, longing, and surrender make people unable to taste the taste contained in these words for a while.

Wen He took a deep breath, and then she suddenly opened her eyes and said something that seemed to be out of tune -

"The rooster protects its calves after all."

The Pavilion Master was slightly startled. She looked at Mr. Wen He in surprise. Where was the fear and shock in Mr. Wen He's eyes at this moment? Instead, there was a look of wildness and desire.

The enchanting smile reappeared on the face of the Pavilion Master. She didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, so she looked at Mr. Wen He with a little expectation.

"The fledgling chicken is his weakness after all..."

"Oh? Really?"

"If you throw these cubs off the cliff, maybe the rooster will jump off the cliff without hesitation."

"Master Wen He means..."

"If you want to kill your husband, the only breakthrough...is Ye Changshan!"

Mr. Wen He breathed heavily and said this sentence word by word. Her pupils shrank sharply at first, and then slowly dilated. Until she said this sentence, she still did not believe that it was what she said.

The pavilion master's eyes were full of admiration. Looking at Mr. Wen He's handsome face, which was no less handsome than a man's, he secretly sighed that it was a pity.

"In ancient times, there was Zhang Zifang's plan, and now there is Mr. Wen He's plan. Even the counselors in the world are not as good as Mr. Wen He. This little girl really admires him."

"The Pavilion Master is so complimentary."

The Pavilion Master nodded with satisfaction, and then asked bluntly: "Then... how to open this breakthrough?"

Mr. Wen He smiled slightly, and the nervous expression just now disappeared. At this moment, the tips of her eyebrows, eyes, and corners of her mouth revealed indescribable confidence. She said slowly——

"Li Daitao is stiff."

The pavilion master's delicate eyebrows raised slightly, and it was obvious that her interest was completely aroused.

Young Master Wen He suddenly turned towards the Pavilion Master and said, "If the Pavilion Master is interested, I would like to make a bet with the Pavilion Master."

"What bet?" The pavilion master's curiosity became more and more intense.

"Bet on whether my 'Li Dai Tao Zhan' plan will succeed."

"The stakes are...what?"

Young Master Wen He stared at the Pavilion Master, like a cunning fox trying to enter other people's territory. She cautiously but boldly tried: "If this plan can succeed, I will ask the Pavilion Master for 50% of Yunyue Pavilion's income...

…how?"

The Pavilion Master suddenly stopped smiling. She looked up and down with extremely sharp eyes, scrutinizing Wen and Young Master. She, who had been smiling charmingly just now, was now as ice-cold, and her attitude changed so quickly that it was surprising.

50% of Yunyue Pavilion's income, Young Master Wenhe is not old, but he has a big appetite!

As the most free and open place in the Central Plains, Yunyue Pavilion's daily income is more than enough money. As the saying goes, "sea water cannot be measured", Yunyue Pavilion's income... I'm afraid only the Jiang family can compare.

Haha...50% of the income? I'm afraid only Young Master Wenhe in the world dares to make such a bet with me...

Mr. Wen He still stood there with a smile, not facing the cold gaze of the pavilion master at all.

Seeing Wen He and Young Master's confident expressions, the Pavilion Master suddenly returned to his previous smile and said charmingly: "Then I will accept the Young Master's bet, and we are committed to it!"

"Thank you, Pavilion Master, for your love!"

Mr. Wen He bowed his hands in return.

The master of the pavilion added with a smile: "Don't talk about 50% of Yunyue Pavilion's income. If Wenhe's plan really comes to fruition, I will dedicate the entire Yunyue Pavilion to you."

Hearing these words, Calm Ruwen and Young Master trembled in their hearts, almost losing their legs and falling to the ground. She looked at the Pavilion Master in surprise, but the Pavilion Master looked serious at this time, and there was no hint of ridicule.

?

"Pavilion Master...what does this mean?"

"The first is for the revenge of that punch back then."

The Pavilion Master touched her smooth and flat belly. The power of that punch was still fresh in her memory. The terrifying power of that punch was something she would never forget until her death. She continued -

"Hua Fasha just wanted to buy some iron from this pavilion, so he came all the way from Chang'an to find me, punched me, kicked Hua Fasha, and told him to get out of Tianmen Pass.

Enter the Central Plains again."

Hearing this name, Master Wenhe showed a surprised expression and said: "Hua Fasha? Could it be..."

"Northern Barbarian Imperial Master."

Young Master Wen He was secretly shocked. It turned out that the reason why his husband went to Korea to punch the pavilion master was because of this incident. However, the pavilion master was also brave and dared to risk the disapproval of the world and do such a thing that was against the way of the Central Plains.

The master of the pavilion ignored Mr. Wen He's shock. She raised her head slightly, like the fire phoenix that has always been unique, arrogant and aloof, and said disdainfully: "Secondly, this pavilion has always had no taboos and deviated from the norm. Mr. Zhongyuan Shi is a beacon for all people.

We all respect him, but I don’t respect gods and ghosts. We are all humans, so why do we need to submit to others?”

Master Wenhe asked: "The master of the pavilion does not believe in destiny, does not respect the king's way, and does not respect ghosts and gods. Then...what do you believe in?"

"overbearing!"

"overbearing?"
To be continued...